Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Here's to family traditions

So for the first time in, oh, 30-something years I am spending Christmas eve and Christmas morning at my own house like a big girl. And in the spirit of being a big girl I thought it was time that we started some family traditions of our own. On my tradition agenda: family devotional, the whole Santa thing, and ooey-gooey-my-kids-will-remember-these-forever-homemade cinnamon rolls.

We decided to sing some songs and talk about Jesus for our devo - surprise. So, we asked Mia to lead us in a song and she insisted, with the determination of a, well, 4-year-old, on leading the Turkey Pokey (thank you Sonshine School). So imagine the family putting our right wings in... Bode just stood on the coffee table and spoke his pig-LatinMandarin alien language the entire time.

Now the cinnamon rolls, oh the cinnamon rolls.....Being the self-proclaimedUndomestic Goddess should pretty much sum these babies up. They could be considered weap0ns of mass destructi0n. I expect the government to ascend on the house at any moment.

The jury is still out on the whole Santa thing. So far Mia's bike looks like the picture on the box, except without breaks. I finally convinced Andy that breaks are overrated. Who needs them? Certainly not an overly-cautious little girl who has never ridden a bike in her life. Certainly not. Santa does have his cookies, thanks to Stacey Bonham, who sent them home with Andy yesterday.

And now Mommy needs her mocktail...or maybe something a little stronger (to get through the next batch of cinnamon rolls).